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STAMPEDE

We start out from Utah,

head to Abilene’s rail,

drivin’ them cattle

down that hot dusty trail

 

A camp is made ready

each day we are out,

new drovers are learnin’

what cow punchin’s about

 

Chuck wagon pans rattle,

we men eat some grub,

pull burrs from our blankets,

use that liniment rub

 

The coyotes are howlin’,

puts them steers on the prod,

they sound awful eerie

like the devil, not God

 

Ol’ Jake strums his guitar

as we take to our beds,

on hard-ridden saddles,

we lay weary heads

 

The cattle are lowin’,

we been pushin’ ‘em fast,

gotta get ‘em to market

where we’ll all rest at last

 

In wee hours of mornin’,

lightnin’ strikes from the clouds,

them cows start to stirrin’

when the thunder gets loud

 

They start out to runnin’

while our energy’s spent,

they’ll stampede near five-mile

‘cause they sure are hell bent

 

I leap on my horse,

even with his back bare,

grip legs around him,

dust an’ dirt fill the air

 

Then gallop beside ‘em,

gotta get to herd’s head,

they’ll run till their dyin’,

that’s just what we dread

 

I see by moon’s shadow

as clouds start to part,

the men are a ridin’

with all of their heart

 

I can hear cattle bawlin’

from left an’ from right,

wild eyes a gleamin’

with fear in the night

 

The cowboys are leadin’,

they get ‘em ta turn,

I slow my horse down

an’ my thighs start to burn

 

By dawn they’re surrounded,

steers now settled down,

hope there’s still some beef on ‘em

when we reach that rail town

 

Supply wagon’s comin’

with the rest of my gear,

I’m tired of this drovin’

but I’ll be back next year

 

The pay, it ain’t worth it

but me an’ my stud

will join up, I reckon,

‘cause its just in our blood…

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